I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 48
She briefly lost consciousness, but the sharp bite he delivered to the red marks on her chest brought her back. Though he left countless bite marks on her body, Teshiel never once drew blood. Bonita had been conditioned to find a strange, addictive pleasure in the pain, a pleasure she was trained to seek out with every jolt of sharpness. She groaned softly, writhing beneath him.
Teshiel gently caressed her cheek, resting his forehead against hers as his dark eyes gazed deep into hers. Her tear-streaked face mirrored the way her body reacted to him, dripping with arousal. Satisfied, he let out a low chuckle, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck.
“Bonita… Bonita…”
His voice, calling her name, was soft and sweet, but what he did to her body was rough and violent. Bonita could no longer form coherent words, her voice only spilling out in desperate cries. It wasn’t until she was on the brink of losing consciousness again that Teshiel released his hot seed deep inside her. Bonita trembled with ecstasy, licking her dry lips. This was only the first release, and she knew all too well that he never stopped after just one.
She didn’t know how long she had been writhing beneath him, but when she awoke, it was morning. Half-dazed, she found herself cradled in Teshiel’s arms. His steady breathing was in her ear, and she could feel the firmness of his chest against her back. His arm was wrapped around her body, and his member was still buried inside her. Realizing this, her face flushed deeply.
There was no mistaking it—he knew she had woken up. His hand began to move slowly over her body, stroking her belly before rising to savor the softness of her b*****s, then gently encircling her throat. Bonita’s breathing quickened.
“Haa…”
“Did you sleep well? If you want, you can rest a little longer.”
His low voice murmured in her ear as he playfully nibbled on her earlobe.
“…Ah!”
Despite his words, he suddenly thrust his hips. The inside of her still slick, tight walls clung to him. Teshiel tormented her, taking her to the edge of two more climaxes before finally spilling his heat inside her once again.
Exhausted, Bonita had drifted back into sleep, but what woke her was the touch of a maid. After a bath and a slightly delayed lunch, the maids brought her fresh clothes to change into. Surprisingly, for the first time in months, she was allowed to wear undergarments.
Slipping into a chemise and drawers felt strangely unfamiliar. Over that, she was dressed in a light, wide-skirted dress—completely normal, without a single revealing detail. To her further surprise, she wasn’t handed a tray for serving tea.
What could this be about? Feeling uneasy, Bonita followed Hana out.
Teshiel was waiting for her just outside the main gates. Dressed perfectly in riding gear, two horses stood beside him.
“Do you know how to ride?”
“No,” she replied, shaking her head. At her response, he gestured, and a servant led one of the horses away while the remaining horse’s saddle was switched to accommodate two riders.
“Come here.”
With ease, Teshiel grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the saddle. He mounted the horse behind her, taking the reins without a word, and set the horse into motion.
The height of the horse startled Bonita as she looked down, causing her to quickly avert her gaze from the ground. She started to take in her surroundings. She realized how foolish it had been when she once tried to escape in her nightgown and slippers. The inner castle walls alone were far from the gate, and beyond the city walls, the outer fortifications were even further. Every gate was heavily guarded with layers of soldiers.
Teshiel rode them beyond the outer wall, leaving the castle behind. Bonita marveled silently at the open view—it had been so long since she’d seen such a vast landscape. Spring was in full bloom. After passing fields of growing crops, they entered a forest. As they rode deeper into the woods, Teshiel finally spoke.
“This is my private land.”
And with that, his gloved hand reached forward, grabbing her b****t.
“Ah…”
Caught off guard, Bonita flinched. Teshiel frowned slightly, then bit into his leather glove, pulling it off with his teeth.
